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the last bit of his warmth caressed the deadly cold lips that only winter could offer.
summer, nostalgic but joyful to see his snowflake after so long, provided him the happiness that only the sun of the
heated season could give.
their kiss, soft and small—
hardly even there.
lips barely grazing against the other's, held a message:
❛❛ it's not farewell. we'll meet again.
our forces will crash once more in
the future and our hands will tangle
in the other's hair, soon. our smiles
will bring joy to the people's heart,
specially when we get to kiss again.
be patient. i'll be by your side soon
enough. wait for me, my love. ❜❜